#legendariium

[thegreatstrongbow]

Whilst Mablung is out patrolling the woods of Doriath, he feels a sudden thump against his back as a little acorn bounces off of him. A stifled laugh echoes from the trees above, and a figure weakly tries to hide himself behind the leaves and branches. He does a poor job of it, though, for the colorful flowers woven into his hair are a stark contrast to the sea of green behind him.

{ @legendariium Inunir is finally here }

“I see you there.” Mablung’s voice was light with laughter, knowing well that within the Girdle it was friend, not foe who assailed him. He spied the bright petals at once, and tossed the acorn back towards Inunir.

“You should not start a battle you can’t win, my friend.”

[driftinglightofthewoods]

After a year of practicing medicine in Imladris with his mother, Inunir has come back home to the Woodland Realm. As soon as he sees his favorite tall friend, the little elf all but launches himself onto him in a koala-hug. Whether or not Miston is able to support the sudden weight matters not; Inunir is now able to tend to his friend’s wounds, if need be.

“I’ve missed you so much…! Letters ease the heart, but they simply aren’t enough.”

{ @legendariium }

Luckily for him, Miston could easily support the weight of his smaller friend and he immediately hugged him back equally as tightly "Inunir! It's been far too long since I saw you. I'm glad you're back. Tell me all about your studies! Did you run into my mom in the halls of medicine?" @legendariium